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— HEADCANONS: how they’d kiss you.
꒰ charas: ꒱ LAIOS & CHILCHUCK.
꒰ wc: ꒱ 300
꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw like always!
✦ hi there!! this is my first post on this acc, and it’s just smth small i put together while reading the manga. if you’d like more characters, feel free to rq them in my askbox! i wanted to write something for laios for my beloved jackie, and i wanted to throw in some chil as well! sorry if it’s a bit ooc… just wanted to have some fun lol. hope you enjoy!
— LAIOS: sweet but inexperienced.
Laios kisses like he’s unsure of himself. The first time you kiss him, leaning up to press a soft peck to his lips, his heart just about stops. He’s not used to affection; kisses with him at first will be chaste and rushed. Expect his lips to be a little chapped and his motions to be a little rough, but ease him into it and he’s a fast learner. Soon enough he’ll be the one leading, sweeping you off your feet. (And probably literally, with how tall this man is.) Imagine a lot of shy touches when your lips are on one another’s, and think about just how warm his embrace is. Laios will more than likely just pull you into his arms when he can and snatch a quick kiss, before continuing on with what he was doing before. When it’s just the two of you, he seeks your attention, speckling smooches all over your cheeks until you finally grab him by his and pull him in.
— EXTRA: kiss him while he’s rambling and you might just make his brain stop working. (but be sure to assure him it’s because you like when he talks!!!)
— CHILCHUCK: slow and steady.
Since he’s more experienced, kisses with him will be addicting. It probably takes a while to encourage him to give you that bit of affection, (as he doesn’t just go and do this with anyone!) But once you have him in your clutches, he’ll make sure you won’t want to part. He gives and he takes, his hands more than likely digging into your hips as he tilts his head just that right way to get the kiss deeper. Encourage him by winding your fingers through his hair and you might just hear him groan. You definitely have to wait until you’re away from everyone before getting to the more serious kisses, (you know how he is) and I imagine he may even nip at your bottom lip when he wants to lick into your mouth. Chilchuck’s cheeks definitely still get red with every kiss. (At least in the beginning, lol. I feel like he’s easily flustered a bit.)
— EXTRA: sweet talk this man. my god, tell him how skilled he is and how much you enjoy watching him work and just watch how he reacts. and maybe when no one’s looking he’ll place a quick kiss to your shoulder.
#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿#dividers by cafekitsune#this is so self-indulgent#hope it’s okay!!!#dungeon meshi x reader#delicious in dungeon x reader#dunmeshi x reader#laios x reader#laios touden x reader#chilchuck x reader#chilchuck tims x reader
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For a moment, imagine yourself in Mithrun's brother shoes.
Your brother - stronger, prettier, more charismatic, but also distrustful and disdainful of everyone especially you - is to be sent to the Canaries. It is the rule, it is the duty of all noble houses. But you know what goes on there, Mithrun knows what happens there. Yet you see him off, bidding a temporary farewell as you do, because someone from the House has to go and it won't be definitely you. Mithrun knows this, you know this. And you wonder, very briefly, if Mithrun hates you now more than he does already.
Your brother - powerful, agile, a good soldier just as he is as an heir, if he could only be an heir - suddenly disappears. The unit he belonged to suddenly disappeared. And you're speechless because - how? why? No one wants to answer you; they will instead try to bring back a body, they promise to you. But that is not what you want. You grieve for your brother. but your own family doesn't grieve with you. Wasn't Mithrun family too?
Then you found out: MIthrun is alive.
Your brother - now weak, despondent, his eyes always looking for something that is not here nor there - is to be sent home where people can take care of him. It is not your first choice, you want him home. But he is - sick. Not quite there. He needs someone who can look after him and you look at yourself - your gait, your constitution - and you know it can't be you. So, you follow the advice of your family and pour out all your resources to find him the best of healers and caretakers. You ask yourself, almost daily, if Mithrun would ever return to who he once was.
Your brother - strong, pretty, uninterested of anything and anyone else aside from what he calls 'the demon' - is now better. He can walk on his own now, eats without throwing up on himself. The color on his skin is back and the scars of his injuries have faded into thick bumps and discolored skin. But he still isn't quite there; still needs help and probably will for the rest of his life. And you can live with that. You can provide that. Just as long as he comes home.
But doesn't. Your brother - now a husk of his former self, and you hate thinking of him that way, but you can't help yourself, the Mithrun you knew is gone - runs straight back to the Canaries. His mission is not over, he says. He doesn't care how long it takes, he says. And you see him off, again, because someone from the House has to go and it still can't be you. Mithrun knows this, you know this, and you can't help but wish, very briefly, if things would've been different if you went instead of him.
#mithrun dungeon meshi#mithrun#mithrun of the house of kerensil#mithrun's brother#dungeon meshi#this is so self-indulgent#because we don't know who or what kind of person mithrun's brother was#but he definitely cared for mithrun (more than their own parents probably)#and i can imagine the anguish of having the responsibility of serving the canaries#be placed on your brother instead of you because of your physical condition#then to make things worse#your brother comes home barely alive and not the person he was and when u ask#no one wants to answer you#then there's the anguish of helping him getter better; wondering if he'll get better#he does#in a way#and the first thing mithrun asks of his brother is 'i want to go back to the canaries'#there is no way mithrun's brother heard that and said 'ok' while smiling#that man would've gone into a hysterical fit just trying to tell mithrun that he was lucky enough to have survived#but he has to let mihrun go#mithrun's brother is probably weeping with joy learning that the canaries have disbanded#only to learn that his brother is staying in a tallman kingdom to slay monsters#he's still very conflicted about that#id say
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Thinking about trying to get Bakugou to agree to take you to see the Barbie movie after he told you straight up no, and negotiating how many blowjobs it’ll cost you.
#‘it’ll cost you more than head I can get for free’#you tell him you’ll do the thing he likes and the firm NO is suddenly a ‘oh rly?’#and suddenly he’s booking tickets for you both to see it after work one day#this is so self-indulgent#bakujo
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Watching La La Land with Simon
Watching my favourite movie with my favourite boy <3
Warnings: Crying? idk... La La Land induced pain
I tried not to spoil the movie tooooo badly, but that's harder than I wanted it to be with the nature of this fic... SO GO WATCH LALA LAND. Also this is the first time I'm writing simon and I... wow I really need to work on my writing. Any serious feedback is appreciated!!! I'm literally typing this at midnight instead of playing COD or doing my homework, so me noggin's a bit blended ya feel?
ANYWHOODLES!
ONTO THE PAIN
Initially, Simon didn't understand why you were so excited about watching the movie with him.
"S'just a movie, love."
You defended it against that implication, citing the various awards, amazing cinematography, acting, and music that somehow rolled into the best movie ever.
So there you two sat, bowl of popcorn and drinks of choice on the side table, lamp dimmed low and comfiest blanket wrapped around the two of you. His arm on the couch behind your head, your leg resting on his and your hips connected. He watched on in amusement as you sung along to the first numbers, surprisingly on-key with the fast-paced melodies, and wiggled along to the beat. A smile tugged at his lips, his chest warm and fuzzy watching you so happy over the movie.
He didn't understand why you squealed every time Sebastian and Mia were on screen together, or why you pointed out the color of Mia's clothes until the end, when you started sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's an engagement party, love, what's so bad about that?"
"He just missed her PLAY, Si! She worked for months on it and he had to stay at the stupid photoshoot and-"
You broke out in sobs when they broke up. Simon paused the movie to comfort you, dragging you into his lap and wrapping your soft body in his hard, strong arms.
"Shh, s'alright love. All movies have a happy ending, right?"
He knew he messed up when you started crying more, tears larger and trembles more prominent. When you calm down enough, through his kisses and soft strokes along your hair, he bundles you in the blanket and begins the movie again.
When it ends, he sheds a few tears as well. "Damn." He let you cry it out through the playing of the credits, wrapping you in his arms and carrying you to the comfy shared bed, Riley waking up from his nap and following into the bedroom. Simon laid you down on the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it in the dirty bin then kneeling on the bed to get between you and the door. He engulfed your frame in his, wrapping his limbs around you like a vice and shoving your face into his chest. He smelled of clean musk and cigarette smoke, his warmth lulling you into a doze.
Before you fully passed out, he whispered to you;
"I'll never leave you, love. You're too perfect, an' I'm too selfish. I love you, sweet."
His heart skipped in his chest when you returned his feelings.
#Simon Riley x Reader#Simon Riley x You#Simon Ghost Riley x Reader#Ghost x reader#COD#COD MW2#Call of Duty#Simon Riley#Simon Ghost Riley#Inspired by a movie#This is so self-indulgent#literally just wanted to imagine him looking at me with heart eyes while I geek out#this is my shifting motivation tonight okay#let me COPE#and it's another day of SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
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havent updated for like a month because i was too busy with uni ._. anyways, here’s some chamber and iso x soft!reader brainrot crumbs
chamber
chamber is the epitome of sweetheart, spoiling you rotten with his love and money. bouquet of flowers, cute lingeries, fancy dinners, you name it. just say the word, and chamber will make sure it will get delivered right to your doorstep.
you once scolded him for spending too much money on you, but chamber pretended he did not to listen.
“vincent, you don’t have to buy everything i set my eyes on…”
“my money is your money too, chérie.” he insisted, while kissing that cute little pout of yours away.
oh, and you get to decorate his headhunter and tour de force with stickers ! the sanrio stickers a harsh contrast of his smug and posh personality, but he didn’t pay any mind. it’s an adorable reminder for him of his beloved y/n whenever he’s deployed for a mission / away from home :3 (he even bragged about the stickers plastered on his sniper rifle and deagle to everyone at valorant, saying “my partner is such a talented designer! incroyable!”)
he would never ever let you lift a finger when it comes to housework, the maids will get the job done. all you have to do is hang out in your mini library he specially built for you, or sit on his lap whilst he’s working on with his gun prototypes in his home office.
iso
i swear to god this man LOVES taking care of you. he knows how sensitive you are and even the smallest thing could make you emotional. iso will never ever raise his voice to you, he always makes sure he speaks with a soft tone when he’s with you or around you.
he often calls you by your affectionate nicknames ! like angel, baby, bunny, sunshine (his most favourite ones) :3 he loves the way your face instantly heats up when you hear those pet names from him, forming butterflies in your tummy.
there was a momentary slip where he called you by your first name, and all hell broke loose. iso regretted it so much. the aftermath? he had to give you lots and lots of cuddles, kisses and pamper you with your favourite food to seek forgiveness from you for days.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart… you’re my one and only baby angel. do you trust me, hm?”
“mhmm…”
“that’s my baby.”
iso truly loves playing with your hair <3 the way his rough fingers glide along through your soft hair strands, the way you purr under his touch like a little kitten… iso’s lil’ kitten :3 he would help you dress up every morning, ensuring his baby all dolled up and be pretty for him. he wouldn’t want to see you get so grumpy because your hair decided to not cooperate with you :( (or else that will costs him a million of hugs and kisses to give)
#f6bron#— rumi drabbles . . .#this is so self-indulgent#it’s isover#valorant chamber x reader#valorant iso x reader#vincent fabron#li zhao yu#valorant headcanons#valorant fanfiction#valorant imagines
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tease tidbit tuesday
tagged by @911onabc 💖
sooo since the holiday fic and the possessive fic are done, I'm starting the alive shannon fic, and here's a bit of the beginning - we start with the accident which she obviously will miraculously survive, and here's where we diverge from canon lol
it's gonna be angsty at the beginning, with the accident itself, and then Eddie and Shannon divorcing and figuring out co-parenting, and Buck's place in all of this lol it'll be fun, I'm excited haha
also, here is a snippet I posted before, it's a rough draft of a scene before I officially started writing haha
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And for the first time ever on a scene, he freezes, just for a moment. He can’t say or do anything, just looks into Shannon’s eyes, as she’s being checked out and then transported onto a backboard. He focuses on those eyes – that he used to stare lovingly into when they were just a pair of stupid teenagers in love – and on the fact that she’s still breathing, she’s talking, she’s- he hates being a medic sometimes, because he can’t even delude himself into thinking that she’s going to be fine.
“I’m riding with her.” he hears himself say as they put her into the ambulance. He can’t leave her, can’t let her out of his sight, because if something happens, if- if she doesn’t- if she doesn’t make it, he’ll make sure someone who loves her will be by her side. Even if he’s the one who has to watch her die.
He already knows that it’s not looking good, that there aren’t a lot of chances for her to survive this, and when Chim says that if they put the tube in, it might never come back out- He’s sure he’ll lose her, and he’s barely holding it together as it is when he hears “get in there and say goodbye to your wife.”
How can he say goodbye to the woman he still loves, to his first love, to the mother of his child? He never got a chance to say goodbye the first time she left, but at least then he knew she was still out there somewhere. Now, this… this is permanent. How can he say goodbye knowing that he'll never get to talk to her again, look into those eyes, hear her laugh with their son… that Christopher will never get to see her again?
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No pressure tags: @diazass @elvensorceress @mrevanbuckley @translasso @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @eddiediaztho @thewolvesof1998 @shortsighted-owl @watchyourbuck @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @honestlydarkprincess @housewifebuck @giddyupbuck @forthewolves @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @loserdiaz
#tease tidbit tuesday#the alive shannon fic#this is so self-indulgent#i know a shannon-focused fic is probably not everyone's cup of tea but i'm excited lol#it will still be buddie i promise haha I just wanna give some focus to shannon#also we might switch between povs we'll see haha#buddie wip#buddie fic#buddie#wikiangela writes#my writing#fic snippet#my wips#shannon diaz
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The Daimyo's Princess
Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader
Rating: SFW
Warnings: Worn down reader, slight insecurity if you squint, elements of a Dom/Sub dynamic but just a hint/talks about “punishment” but no details.
w/c: 1,323
Clone x Reader Bingo Square: Tattooine @clonexreaderbingo
Previous Squares: Don't Forget That / Rex (18+) / Mechanic
Summary: The day had drained you in the worst way, leaving you exhausted and restless all at once. Now, all you wanted was the comfort only found in the arms of your Daimyo. But Boba Fett is still occupied by his responsibilities, holding court from his throne. Do you have the courage to take what you need, or will you suffer in silence?
You can't wait.
You know you should, but it’s just not possible right now. You have been feeling unmoored all day. Your skin tingles with need as every atom feels like it would fly away if not held firmly in place.
And there is only one person you trust to do that.
But today’s session of petitions seems unending. You try listening from the back corner, not wanting to disrupt the natural flow of procedure and hoping to keep yourself occupied with the politics of it all. At least until the blessed moment Boba would dismiss the crowd and you could approach him.
It’s a strategy that worked before. But the monotonous prattle from the clear social climber — a merchant looking to establish a foothold in Outer Rim — did little to distract you.
Not when Boba sits sprawled out on his throne, claiming every inch of the chair the way he claimed everything in life.
Including you.
What had started as just a job — administrative work for the new daimyo of Mos Espa — quickly became a passion project in the truest sense of the word.
Your composure and mindfulness as you skillfully kept the palace running smoothly impressed Boba Fett. When your fiery nature and flirtatious quips were met with amused chastisement, it didn’t take long for admiration to evolve into affection on both sides.
Once Boba becomes attached to something, no force in the galaxy can make him let go. The minute you assured him his affections were returned, that you wanted him as he wanted you, you became his.
He made sure everyone in the palace, employees and guests, knew that you spoke with his voice. Your authority was his authority. The only person you submitted to in this realm was the king himself.
But you had never been so bold as to claim the throne. And in this moment, that’s all you want — to claim your throne on Boba Fett’s lap as he sat and doled out judgments from his.
A million and one logistical errors had surfaced that morning, pushing your drive and creative problem solving to their absolute limits. Now, your mind is drained, exhausted and blank even as your body thrums with adrenaline and unresolved tension.
Something needs to be done. Or else you fear you won't be ablt to control how you’ll react to the next provocation.
Slowly, you move along the sides of the room as far as you could, passing the line of petitioners as you went. You keep your head level and your gaze lowered. Not to the floor like a slave — nothing would infuriate your Daimyo more than you subjugating yourself like that publicly — but a respectful mid-level, which also affords you freedom from meeting any offended gazes.
“Who is that?”
“How rude!”
“Does she really think the Daimyo will be fooled just because she cut the line?”
Each whispered outrage is a knife in your heart. You only hope they are quiet enough not to travel to Boba’s ears. You don't want to dishonor him, or the guests of the palace. But you need him.
“There is no shame in admitting a weakness and taking what you need. The only shame is in continuing to hurt yourself and others out of pride.”
That lesson had been hard-learned early in your relationship, the punishment for losing yourself in your work and ignoring your own care far worse than any he had doled out before or since.
So maybe there is a chance you could be bold and not be punished for the audacious act you planned.
With a grace that belies your nerves, you finally cross to the middle of the room and climb the stairs to the dais. Meeting Boba’s visor, you stand before him and make your intentions clear as you move to sit sideways on his lap.
It takes no more than a second for him to curl around your waist and pull you down, securing you gently to him. His thumb runs gentle circles over your hip, its consistent pressure comforting.
“Everything okay, Princess?” Boba whispers.
His concern for you is a balm more blissful than any bacta treatment. It should be pathetic, the way just that much affection was enough to quiet your restless body, to soothe your exhausted mind.
But it’s just Boba. The effect he has on you is as natural as it is absolute.
It wasn’t the time or place to fill him in on all that weighed on you. So for now, you pulled a tight but genuine smile to ease his concern. “It is now,” you respond equally softly.
“Excuse me?" The disgruntled cry came from the merchant, his eyes raking over you angrily. "We were in the middle of discussing rather important matters! I would have believed the Daimyo of Mos Espa to have better hospitality than this!”
Maybe it was because your last nerve had been fried long ago. Or maybe it was the presence of your Daimyo, holding you so firmly against him, reminding you of all that he loved about you. Or maybe it was because the insult was directed not at you, but at your man.
More likely it's just that you couldn’t leave well enough alone when someone’s mouth was bigger than yours.
Either way, you found your voice again. And from Boba’s lap, it rang clear with authority.
“You have been welcomed into this palace, granted shade from the Twin Suns that beat down on Tattooine, plied with cool drink and rich food, and been given the privilege of an audience with the mighty Boba Fett. In this way, you have been treated hospitably. You do not, however, have the authority to tell the Daimyo or his Princess where either may sit in their palace.”
The merchant shrinks under your glare, no doubt aided in its intensity by the blank stare of Boba’s visor behind you. Still, you revel in his submission, finding it soothing in a different way to Boba’s touch.
“You are more than welcome to continue your petition. I assure you the Daimyo has not been distracted by anything other than your outburst. But if you find yourself too distracted, then perhaps it is better for you to cede the floor to someone more focused.”
The poor man before you sways back and forth on his feet, unsure whether he should stay or go.
“If you need a moment, step aside.” Boba’s voice echoes through the chamber, though it is lower than yours had been.
It takes only another fleeting second before the merchant decides to continue his spiel. You note with a fair amount of satisfaction that he is more soft-spoken than before, his demands morphing into pleas.
Boba is true to your word. He had not been distracted in the slightest and offers a trial exchange to determine if this man’s business is worth his time. But before the next petitioner can take his place, you feel your Daimyo lean closer, the edge of his helmet pressing gently to the line of your jaw.
“You handled yourself well, Princess,” he growls softly, and you beam at the pride you could hear even through his modulator. “But don’t think we won’t discuss the rest of your behavior later.”
“Yes, Sir.”
You know he only has your well-being at heart. And a small punishment is well worth the price of your prize — contentment and security in Boba’s arms and the respect of his court. Riding the high of your victory, you scan the rest of the line, noting that few petitioners meet your eyes. The ones who do nod deferentially.
Such is the way on Tattooine. Those with strength are followed. You never had expected to be in such a position yourself. But maybe Boba is right with all those sweet words he whispers in your ear when he believes you to be asleep.
Maybe, just maybe, you do have more strength than you believe. And if it takes spending more time with your Daimyo to find it … well, then that is just what you will have to do.
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a/n: I was on the fence about whether to include Boba Fett in my bingo card when I saw the Tattooine square. He is technically a clone, though he himself distances from that identity. But nothing else triggered my brain when thinking about a drabble for Tattooine. Then I saw this post by @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and one of her headcanons inspired me to the point where I had to write this, though it kinda took on a life of its own.
I hope you enjoyed it! And if you did, please reblog so others can find and enjoy it, too!
#cfb2023#boba fett x reader#boba fett x you#daimyo boba fett#daddy boba#dom!boba#dom boba#tbobf#tbobf fanfiction#dom!boba x reader#this is so self-indulgent#i just wanna sit on his lap and have him make things better
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Leviathan prompt. "I need a seat."
I've been having brainrots of him lately (he's my love) and i saw something in pinterest.. an idea strikes me.
CW; nothing, just.. Levi being an absolute simp for you. (A little blunt as well so.. a little OOC. this is also pretty self-indulgent..)
I TAKE IT BACK SHIT'S ACTUALLY OOC READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. (I'm bad at writing him but i still wanna write him because i love him and i'm selfish)
You and Levi are out on a date in one of the malls in the human realm. This is one of those rare occassion where the both of you agrees to go outside for something that is NOT an anime convention or some sort. (You bribed him)
So, you decided to treat your beloved otaku.
• "levi, what do you say to an all you can eat buffet?? It's on me."
he looked a little bewildered at first.
• "is that not too much for you? I can pay half-"
• "it's okay! Just save your money for upcoming figurines. I want to treat you today."
He smiled in defeat and sighed playfully. He knows how stubborn you can be at times.
• "fine then. Though next time, expect me to buy you something in return."
That's how the both of you ends up on a waitlist to an all-you-can-eat buffet for lunch.
Thirty minutes passed, and the line is still halfway done. What are those people even eating? The moment your turn arrives, you'd be dead.
Levi holds your hand the entire time in order to not get lost in the sea of people.
You sighed, clearly impatient as your brows furrows.
• "those people.. are eating a lot, are they?" You whispered to levi, a hint of annoyance in your voice.
He frowned, and nodded in defeat.
• "they have a lot of appetite for sure.. some of the greedy normies probably steal left overs too! Reminds me of someone.."
He remarked, also getting annoyed.
Getting enough of waiting, you walked off the line with his hand in yours. His face flashed a look of shock, but he doesn't let go nonetheless- instead, he tightened his hold on your hand.
Finally out of the sea of people to get a secluded area of the mall, you sighed in relief and leaned on a wall nearby.
• "how troublesome.. we didn't get to eat in the buffet and now both of us are tired.."
You frowned, although it looks more to a pout in levi's orange orbs.
• "sorry.. levi. It's my bad. I shouldn't picked a buffet.. maybe something simpler would do but, i really wanna treat you today."
You sighed, levi smiled softly at your words.
• "that's fine, you shouldn't be apologizing anyways. It's me who should be, because when we arrived to the line, i saw how long it was yet i didn't-"
Before he could go on a self-depricating rampage, you cut him off with a distraction.
• "i need a seat..so tired."
You closed your eyes in discomfort.
It seems like your distraction worked well because, for some reason, levi is now scanning the surrounding for anyone nearby.
Detecting no people around, he shifts into his demon form in a second. You opened your eyes in confusion, but you don't bother to say a thing. It seems like your boyfriend has something in mind.
The tip of his tail curled up into a stand and he used the thicker part as a seat. He patted his lap.
[Reference:]
(Artist and source: unknown.
You may tell me if you know the artist's name, i'd appreciate it.)
• "you can use me as a chair. be quick though, random normies may come here at any given moment.."
He said, his face slightly dusted pink painted red as bloood rush up.
But for him, given the condition of his face, he oddly and somehow looks nonchalant about it. You quirked your eyebrows in suspicion and chuckled.
• "if you say so."
If only you'd knew better, his heart is doing cartwheels. His mind his in chaos, all of his self-loathing train has melted into a putty and replaced by 'why, how, when's (why did he do this? How did he do this and when did he learn to do this? Did he learn this for this moment that he has been waiting for his entire life?) questions.
You climbed onto his lap and leaned on his shoulder. You're better off this way because, if you leaned on his chest, you might go deaf by his heartbeat. But that's unlikely. Even then you could still hear his heart beating out of his chest.
His arms sneaked around your waist to keep you balanced on his lap.
• "let's go home after this, levi."
Though you both ended up not getting lunch, you make up for it in his bedroom later on. (Two possible result tbh up to you to imagine lmao)
Sometimes self indulgence lead to bad shits and this is one of them.. no regrets though lmao.
#obey me x reader#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#obey me drabble#obey me brain rot#this is so self-indulgent#and levi is a little (VERY MUCH) OOC#i don't know how to write his character well help but i still wanna write him he's literally the love of my life.#obey me
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Cairo, 1921
It's been a long season of exploration for Pix, leading expeditions into the oases west of Egypt in search of new discoveries. Much of what he'd found was rubble, or buried several feet under sand. But it had not all been for nothing! He was particularly interested in what some enscriptions call an invasion of the Sea Peoples towards the end of Dynastic Egypt which seems to have plunged the country into chaos. There's more records in Greek and Roman sources, but they're much more sedated in their descriptions, and mostly talk of Egypt falling into ruin. Concerning, but not that concerning for a civilisation that had lasted for thousands of years relatively unchanged.
The problem was, such an invasion was unlikely to leave much evidence behind, if some of the stories aare true about the scale of the slaughter. Which, of course, could have been for dramatic effect. To the victor goes the spoils. Certainly, in Bahariya Oasis, he'd uncovered some broken pots with various bits of papyrus in them, and evidence to suggest things had once burned. The temple that once stood there was barely standing anymore; it was just a few columns and stelae and statuary half-buried in the sand.
And now that the digging was over, he was now tasked with recording his finds and writing up a report for his benefactor, so he might continue exploring next season. Most of the papyri in the pots seemed to be letters to the dead, though there was no record of these sorts of papyri being buried in pots. Still, this could mean it was ground-breaking research and that was exciting! Well, as exciting as reading through such personal expressions of grief could be, Pix mused.
On their own, they were pretty standard. Children talking to their parents. Parents calling for their children. Others calling for other family members or friends, some who may or may not have been buried. They seemed to be the newest Egyptian artefacts found in terms of dates, as the hieratic they were written in was only from this late period around the time of this supposed invasion.
It was when Pix looked at them together that it kind of hit him how grief doesn't really change. These could have been written twenty years ago and no one would think them odd. And there were so many of them! Some were dated, some not, but he had uncovered over 115 of them in one necropolis, and another 97 more in a second necropolis further towards the outside of the main town in the oasis. That was a lot of grief, and might not have even been all of them. All of them written in the space of, perhaps, ten years or so, as if something calamatous did indeed befall the oasis. The letters are vague about what happened, but given the dates, Pix is sure it can only mean one thing. Some invading force reached this far-flung oasis and left a lot of people dead.
Pix finds himself returning to one letter in particular. It's written from a son to his father, with writing that's erratic and disjointed. Some of the ink has smudged, making parts of it unreadable. It's also remarkable that it contains no names. The son simply calls him, father, and himself, his beloved son. Which is rather unusual indeed. The remembrance of the name was considered vital to a good afterlife, so why would this letter remain so anonymous?
He picked it up to examine it. It was a small piece of papyrus, torn in places, and folded hastily and shoved into the pot, unlike the others that were rolled and tied with a piece of cloth. It suggested some reluctance, or haste, or perhaps he was disturbed in the process of writing to his father. Perhaps he'd never know. But some of the words just kept echoing around in his brain, as if somehow, these were people he once knew. Which seemed absurd of course! He was no ancient Egyptian! But something nagged at him. It was just-
"A letter from a son to his father. It begins, 'Praise to my father, who died for Ma'at, who rises with Ra into the sky from the belly of Nut! Praise to you, O Wesir, who gives life to the lifeless, shine on with my father, may he be justified! Please… keep him safe. I know not where you are. You would not recognise me today. My heart is. weary. How can I mourn when there is so much at stake? I have few friends in this world. Your beloved son misses you, and perhaps, one day, when my heart no longer rages, perhaps then I will find peace. Please just let me know you are okay. Let me know you made it to Wesir's court, that you are an akh in the skies, who lives forever. Every day I am met with uncertainty. I remember the last time I saw you. I remember the fear in your face. I think I knew then, that this would be the end. I was too young to understand, but somehow, I knew. I' and then it cuts off. I feel this son's sadness and confusion as if it is my own. But why though? Who are you? Who are you who haunts my dreams?" Pix said, staring at the papyrus as if it might give out more secrets.
He sat back in his chair, letting the papyrus sit on the desk. He could see- candles. A dark place with candles. Some kind of weird memorial. Nothing Egyptian, it looked nothing like that. And as soon as the image was in his head, it was gone. A fleeting imagining of something. Or a sign he was up too late again. It was, after all, after midnight, he confirned, checking his pocket watch. Perhaps sleep will cure him of his ills. Perhaps another expedition out to the oasis will yield more finds. Perhaps then he might be able to put these letters to rest, along with those who were being remembered.
#hermitcraft#empires smp#fanfic#pixlriffs#the lost prince au#reincarnation#past lives#letters to the dead#ancient egyptian au#i couldn't help myself#this is so self-indulgent#but archaeologist!pix is so precious to me#i had an idea and ran with it#so sue me lol#hermitfic
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Teawolf By Night
I want to make some fandom tea blends like it's 2012, mostly because I'm allergic to coffee and I live on tea. Fanart labels, all that good stuff. Definitely do the WBN characters and maybe add Bucky and Alpine to make it a Monster Mash collection. Here's what I've got for flavor notes:
Ted: Green tea base with Meyer lemon and rose flavors. Herbal. Floral. Bright. Tastes like a sunny meadow.
Elsa: Black tea base with red berries (I'm thinking tart cherry and currant) and rose. The base flavor should punch you in the head with caffeine and dark and RED.
Jack: Now it gets hard. I had too many ideas for him. Currently I'm thinking a tiger eye (black tea with notes of chocolate and caramel) base with chestnut and either cinnamon or a cinnamon-heavy chai blend. Warmth, sweetness, and spice.
The Wolf: I decided to split my tea ideas about Jack in two. This guy gets SPICE, some kind of chai base heavy in ginger and cinnamon with maybe some dark chocolate in there too. I considered adding peppercorns, but I don't like them.
Bucky: There are two Bucky teas I already love--one is chocolate hazelnut and one is kind of apricot-y. To make mine different and because I don't think enough people go there, I'm thinking blueberry black tea as a base. Still working on the rest. Maybe lavender. I do like blueberry and lavender together in ice cream, and, well, he IS purple (urf-urf-urf...)
Alpine: Her majesty currently has a lemon and maybe vanilla rooibos base with strawberry tisane mixed in. Her blend is herbal because I'm pretty sure caffeine is bad for cats. The lemon/vanilla makes me think of a fluffy cloud, which she is, and then I needed something to signify blood.
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OC stuff ^_^
#this is so self-indulgent#ollie save me ollie#I just really like men in suits what can I say#plus points if they're covered in red body juice#pink and red are such a good combo hehe#oc artwork#OC#digital art
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i suddenly have a random final timeline/bonten timeline yuzuha idea aaaa it is very very short!! but all the same. i've never romantically written for my girls. like. ever (going all the way back to 2014). might as well as start with my favorite tokrev girl, shiba yuzuha! aaaa
gn! reader. be aware of manga spoilers for the final timeline arc and the bonten timeline arc in tokyo revengers. aaaa also be warned for some pet names, crack, fluff, & a bit of cute, soft humor. .....and maybe two.... little.... borderline spicy moment.... and some hints at a uh.... long, very intimate night together.... in bed..... *looks away. i love yuzuha too much* OH OH! and a hint of some sassy yuzuha heart eyesss! so sexy of her! aaa queen 🖤🖤
yuzuha and hakkai had less than an hour to leave for their first flight out of the country. all of their bags were packed, intinerary checked and double-checked by the elder's thorough, sharp eyes. the designer already notified of what time they'd be getting in for the showcase of his latest summer line. hakkai was already downstairs patiently waiting for his sister to — what he thought — finish doing her hair and makeup.
thing is, she wasn't even out of bed yet.
"....we have to leave, (name). or hakkai and i will miss our flight."
her partner rolled over, arms caging yuzuha in place on the duvet. "no...! five more minutes..." they slurred, half-asleep.
yuzuha chuckled, "i should have gotten up an hour and a half ago. we've spent enough time in bed."
"we can spend more time if you want. i want to hear more of those noises you made last night," (name) slyly suggested, their eyes darkening with lust. hey! their girlfriend looked so gorgeous with her long, light brown hair all splayed out on the pillows, no makeup, and half-closed eyes warmly gazing down at them with so much love that they didn't know what to do with it all. they immediately got embarrassed and flustered, burying their face in yuzuha's side.
"wh-what are you getting all flustered for, darling?! especially after saying all that just now!" yuzuha shrieked, equally embarrassed!
"yuzuha?! you and (name) alright? i heard you yell!"
"w-we're okay, hakkai...! i-i'll be right down! oh— ah, don't come up!" his older sister and manager hollered down from her bed. turning to her problem burrowing further and further under the covers. "(name)-chan...? (name)!" she laughed. "stop! that tickles. hey! we'll be late! we can have more fun when we get back." yuzuha threw off the blankets and playfully shoved her partner off of her legs and tummy effectively cutting them off from distracting her and making her and her brother two hours late.
leaping out of bed before her sleepy lover could tackle her back into bed and smother her with more kisses, the woman rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
after showering, getting dressed, and applying makeup, the brunette tied her hair up in a tidy, professional bun. once her teeth were brushed, she walked out to see (name) sitting up in bed scrolling through their phone. "well, how do i look? i won't embarrass my famous little brother, will i?" she did a slow twirl in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. not hearing anything, yuzuha turned around. "th-this is a ralph and lauren suit... and the jewelry was personally picked out by mitsuya. he thought they'd compliment my looks and the dark suit. was he wrong...?" she was confused. did her angel not like her outfit? as much as they loved fashion, they weren't as into it as hakkai and mitsuya takashi. but they did keep up with the trends as religiously as her brother and friend did. so the middle shiba sibling didn't understand (name)'s silence, no less them gaping like a fish.
"yuzu-chan." (name) said in a frighteningly calm voice.
"d-did i embarrass you, darling? i am so sorry, dear! i-i'll go change right now!"
grabbing their love's wrist preventing them from swiftly marching back into the bathroom and walk-in closet, (name) dropped to the floor on her knees. "you call me your angel. but in reality, i am the sinner and you are the saint!"
"....huh?"
"my love, i have never craved for anything. no worldly jewels nor heavenly visions can compare to your beauty, my queen. i live only to serve and protect you, my lady. just say the word and i will wait on you hand and foot. forever and always. anything you desire is yours as long as i remain by your side, if you'll have me, your majesty." (name) recites before chastly kissing yuzuha's ring finger, as if she is a heavenly queen.
"wh-what?! what are you saying? what are you talking about? you're teasing me again! s-stop it! i-i'm glad you love the suit...! stop kissing my arm! don't ruin my makeup!" yuzuha laughs. "hakkai and i have to go any minute now! (name)-chan, please!" she uselessly pushed against her "royal knight" not hearing a knock at her door, nor the voice saying he was coming in.
"sis', what are you screaming about this time? you okay? mitsuya's jet is gonna leave without us, you know—!" yuzuha's brother, hakkai, jumped backward shouting and covering his eyes. quickly turning around, he hollered at (name), "hey! let my sister leave already! what are you two?! high schoolers confessing to each other again? you two are adults with well-paying jobs! get a grip! come on, sis'!"
"shut up, hakkai! you still can't even talk to female reporters and your female fans without freezing up! and you, (name)-chan! let me leave or," yuzuha jokes, "when i come home, there will be no se—!"
hakkai shrieks, "yuzuha!"
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers drabbles#drabbles#shiba yuzuha#yuzuha shiba#yuzuha#i am so embarrassed by this#this is so self-indulgent#she is so pretty#i thought of yuzuha in a suit anddjajdjsj#shino.exe has shut down. please reboot in 30 seconds.#reader's reaction is literally mine#aaaaaa#she is so cute and gorgeous and girlboss#AND FOR WHAT
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Just gonna throw a fem!Mickey Smith in that fic, because Martha deserves a girlfriend and I don't want to picture Noel Clarke.
#good idea or bad idea?#this is so self-indulgent#but I just need something to write words#what girl's name could have Mickey as a nickname?#Would that make her Rose's ex then?
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yes the rumors are true, i’m working on some paz gifsets AND another din/reader/paz fic
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Feels So Right, Can’t Be Wrong - Prologue
Summary:
The setting: Sanctum General Hospital in Sanctum Heights, New Amsterdam
Starring: Sharon Carter - former Central Security Bureau operative, Selecting Spouse in a horrifically failed Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections marriage, patient AND Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark - owner and CEO of Stark Industries, Futurist determined to rebuild a world his father built weapons to destroy, love interest
With Appearances by: Nurse Wong, Orderly Rintrah, and Billy the Admin
And Featuring Doctor Stephen Strange as "the Surgeon"
Or, "Five Dates Tony and Sharon Had in Her Hospital Room and One They Had After She Was Discharged"
AO3 Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Marriage of Convenience, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Getting to Know Each Other, Dating, Past Domestic Violence, 5 Times, Annoyed Stephen Strange, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Sharon Carter Deserves the World
Author’s Note: So this kind of just popped up as I was kicking around thoughts of just how Tony and Sharon met and eventually fell in love as mentioned in my fic Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue, so this takes place well before the events of and can be read independently of that story.
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Prologue
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The knock at her door was unsurprising. The nurses, doctors, and candy-stripers were all polite to a fault and never barged in.
“Ms. Carter? You have a visitor,” Nurse Wong said.
Having a visitor was surprising. Sergeant Barnes and his wife Natasha had visited, but they were moving away and busy with packing up their house. Stephen, the surgeon who’d saved her life, didn’t count as a visitor… she did count him as a friend, however. The man had been instrumental in keeping her cousin away and in fact, had called the BCSS to report her.
“Okay.”
She recognized the man who came in, though she was very confused at his appearance.
“I’m not bothering you, am I?” he asked. He was carrying an elaborate bouquet of gorgeous flowers - definitely not from the little gift shop in the hospital.
She let out a soft laugh, pleased when it didn’t turn into a cough. “No, Tony Stark is not bothering me. Especially not if he’s brought me such beautiful flowers.”
He looked down at the bouquet, eyebrow raised. “Oh, these? You know, I actually bought them for myself but if you like them I can probably be persuaded to part with a few.”
“Oh yeah? Persuaded how?” she asked, motioning him to sit at her bedside. She was curious as to just what exactly had prompted Tony Stark of all people to visit her.
“Let me spend a few evenings with you,” he said. “Dinner, a radio show, possibly confessing our darkest secrets to each other, a chaste kiss on the hand goodnight, the usual.”
She actually pinched herself. “I’m sorry, what?” Was she still in her coma? Stephen had said she’d been in one for the better part of three days while she'd healed from literal brain surgery.
Tony shrugged. “Look, I’m not trying to be creepy. I saw you being wheeled along by one of the orderlies outside the other day while I was here visiting my friend Strange and… I don’t know. I kinda fell for you.”
“You don’t even know me,” Sharon argued. “It can’t be that you think I’m gorgeous; my face is far from being back to normal.” She still had black eyes and the fracture in her cheek was better, but tender to the touch. Not to mention the spots she’d had her hair shaved so that Stephen could operate were obvious despite her best brushing attempts.
“It’s more of an aura thing,” Tony said with an easy grin. “And I did some sleuthing since Stephen tells me nothing about his patients.” He sobered. “You are an amazing woman, Sharon Carter, and I’m not just saying that because you’re probably trained on how to kill a man with a paperclip.”
“So, you know that I’m a very recently formerly-married woman.”
“Yeah, from what I understand your former blonde, borderline selected spouse still had battlefields in his head and took it out on you. The BCSS took it upon themselves to annul on your behalf,” he confirmed. “Then they had the audacity to demand you pay a selection fee or select another spouse. You won’t have to worry about that, by the way. I paid it. And I, you know, may or may not have threatened them if they tried to bother you again.”
Her head was spinning. “Who are you?” she asked, bewildered. “Wha-”
“I know I’m being crazy here,” he said. “Even by my standards. But I’d like to get to know you better. The real you, not the woman from the dossier I crafted via hacking the BCSS and CSB. So, I’m hoping that you’re up for a few date nights here in this swanky hospital room and in return, I’ll give you…” He made a show of studying the bouquet. “Five flowers.”
“Five flowers for five dates?” She asked. This was crazy. She couldn’t believe she was even considering it. Stephen would lose his mind, especially if he'd told Tony not to go poking around.
“It’s a deal.”
“Tonight doesn’t count,” she said firmly.
“Of course it doesn’t. I haven’t even brought you dinner. No, I’ll do it right.”
“What’s your endgame, Tony?” she had to know.
“If everything goes well, you’ll agree to be Sharon Carter-Stark.”
She made a show of considering. “That will need it’s own bouquet.”
He beamed. “Noted.”
#tony stark x sharon carter#sharon carter x tony stark#iron 13#1950s modern fusion au#1950s au#couldntbedamned fic#this is so self-indulgent#tony stark#sharon carter
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People worrying if their fic is too self indulgent like....... that is the point of fanfiction. You are supposed to indulge . Every fic is self indulgent
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